Divine Doctor Xue narrowed his eyes. "Kid, do you know what this place is called?"
"Called your uncle, now get lost!"
"Damn it, you're this arrogant? Today I'm definitely going to—"
The Vice Manager quickly stopped him. "Hey, hey, Divine Doctor Xue, Divine Doctor Xue, don't get worked up. He really is a divine doctor, he really is!"
Divine Doctor Xue snapped, "Wake up! A divine doctor like this!? Treating patients from a roadside stall!? Blasting ads through an electronic loudspeaker!? He's a con artist!"
"But my second granduncle's leg really got better! He called today and said he could actually get out of bed and walk! The Young Sect Master needs a doctor!"
Long Aotian was already on his feet. "Damn, this is fucking annoying. Packing up, packing up. No more charity work today!"
As Long Aotian began clearing the table, Divine Doctor Xue pressed a hand onto it and refused to let go.
Long Aotian raised his head and glared at him. "Move your hand! Get lost! I'm closing up!"
Enraged, Divine Doctor Xue crushed the little table with a crack.
Long Aotian looked down at it, then chuckled. "Thanks! Now I don't have to practice medicine today. Time to buy a table."
Long Aotian burst into laughter, turned around, pulled open the door of his three-wheeler, climbed in, and started the ignition.
It would not start. It just sputtered and growled without catching.
The Vice Manager walked over. "Divine Doctor, our Young Sect Master was injured by someone's true qi. Can you treat this kind of patient?"
Long Aotian lowered his head to inspect it. "Damn it, this again! I told you to get one that was decent enough, but you insisted on buying a secondhand one!"
"Divine Doctor! A life is at stake! The true qi